But I can't climb at all, and I'm too big to squeeze between the bars of the fence." Ojo tried to think what to do.
"Can you dig ?" he asked.
"No," answered the Woozy, "for I have no claws.

My feet are quite flat on the bottom of them.

Nor can I gnaw away the boards, as I have no teeth." "You're not such a terrible creature, after all," remarked Scraps.
"You haven't heard me growl, or you wouldn't say that," declared the Woozy.

"When I growl, the sound echoes like thunder all through the valleys and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and women cover their heads with their aprons, and big men run and hide.

I suppose there is nothing in the world so terrible to listen to as the growl of a Woozy." "Please don't growl, then," begged Ojo, earnestly.
"There is no danger of my growling, for I am not angry.